h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

I feel an absence. Or is it an abcess? One hurts and the other is annoying. A matter of degrees I suppose.

Me. Very. Fed. Up.

ROARRRRR!

Thankfully no-one will have heard that

Hmmm, the line sleeps tonight.

08:00- Get up
08:30- Get ready
09:00- Go
13:00- Psychic interview with Jane Austin
15:00- Gang prevention
17:50- Tom Swift arrives transcontinentally by ram-jet
19:00- Go home

sit here
stare at screen
type something
stare at screen
computer crashes

scream at computer

restart computer

sit here
stare at screen
type something
stare at screen
computer crashes

scream at computer

restart computer

sit here
stare at screen
type something
stare at screen
computer crashes

scream at computer

restart computer....

*The ghost of Gates roams in these halls,
I think he's got us by the b***s,
At home at least I've got a Mac,
But here I have to work with Kak.*

*quick look about, realises no one is here, smiles, stays.*

*wonders in
ahh, no one about
*strips off
*lays on bed
Hmm, I don't think I'll be disturbed here

*sneaks around the corner* BOOOOOOOOOOOHHHH!!!

Good job I wont be disturbed here, I can scratch my bits without being shouted at

*rolls over
ahhh

*Pops in*


....hmmm, this place smells like someone's been scratching their bits and sleeping all day.....

*leaves*

*wakes, dresses in dresses gets up where am I ?

who am I/
? waht was taht?
Hmm, no one round to answer any questions

Looks in, sees no one, hears nothing, still smells something though. Fresh cookies! Mmmmmmm. Looks around. Finds none. Leaves in a Huff. A green, four door Huff with chrome detail and a red ping-pong ball on the antenna.

Fbxazyl.
Splat.
Sublm.
buzzle.

[Looks around nervously, notices noone has paid an attention]
[Shuffles out]

*arrives*

*clears throat*

*ahem*- ..."and now a piece by e.e. cummings or somebody...

I think that I shall never see,
A billboard lovely as a tree,
In fact unless all billboards fall,
I'll never see a tree at all."

*bows to no one*



Leaves.

Ah sweet Mr. Reese of Life, at least I fund you!

BOO!

*Feels psychic remnants of past traumatic event...shivers*

* meanders in
Ahh no one about, yet again, perfect.
*clears throat
*practises lesson.....

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to view nothing in particular but that which is infinitely more satisfying than the glass teat.



the view of nothing is in fact more than the view of *something* and ever more satisfying than *nothing*.

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